What the fuck was he thinking? It had been three weeks since Otabek dumped him for some older knock off Nikiforov look-a-like, and here Yuri was- scrolling Grindr. No matter who he saw, he kept looking through. He had many pictures sent to him and locations, but was easier to ignore. He had to admit, he liked the attention he was getting, even if there wasn't a picture of his face in his profile.

"This app is shit," Yuri growled and was about to throw his phone when a hand grabbed his phone.

"You are too picky," Phichit said as he plopped down next to him on the couch.

"I am not!" Yuri yelled.

"You don't use Grindr for a relationship," Phichit said, rolling his eyes. "It is to get laid, and you definitely need some rebound dick."

Yuri groaned and covered his face with a pillow. It had been three weeks and all he did was hide in his flat. Phichit had to drag him to practice after three days of sulking. Yuri thought his life was over, but Phichit would hear nothing of it.

"You want me to just find you somebody?" Phichit asked.

Yuri groaned again.

Phichit still had Yuri's phone and was going through different pictures, submitting ones to other guys and seeing what would happen. Yuri had no idea what was going on, and finally came up from his shielded pillow.

"Who are you talking to?" Yuri asked.

"Well, I got three different guys here," Phichit said, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Can you at least show them to me?" Yuri asked as he leaned over. He saw Phichit flipping through different conversations. "How the fuck you do this so quick?"

"You think is my first time on this app?" Phichit asked with a wink.

Yuri saw loads of heavily muscular beefcake guys. "Dude, these are your type men!"

"I know, I should go message them from my phone," Phichit mumbled.

"Can you get some not as… buff?" Yuri asked.

"Fine, fine," Phichit said.

It took them about an hour, but somehow Phichit manage to work him a date that night at a local area club. The guy was tall, lean but not skinny. Yuri really liked his build type and he seemed to be taller- the exact opposite of Otabek.

"I'll even find me a hook up for the club tonight too," Phichit said grabbing his phone.

Yuri groaned and flopped on his side on the couch. He wasn't sure if he could do this or not.

Why the hell did he let Phichit dress him? Why the hell did he listen to Phichit? Why the fuck were they even roommates?

Pulling at his shirt again, Yuri had never been self conscious of his body, but he felt so overly exposed at that moment. Ever since the break up, Yuri hid in baggy sweatshirts and joggers. He let Phichit take control of it all- and was kicking his own ass.

Yuri regretted everything the minute they stepped into the club. The music was all too loud, the floor was sticky and it smelled like overly sexed men, cigarettes and alcohol.

"I'm going to the bar," Yuri yelled over to Phichit and took off before Phichit could stop him. He would need alcohol, and a lot of it.

He didn't know what to do at clubs anymore. He had only went with Otabek when he DJ-ed, which meant he hung around the DJ booth drinking and dancing till it was over with. Fuck, everything he had done for the last few years all revolved around Otabek.

Knocking back a double shot, he got some brightly colored drink and turned to look out at all the bodies moving around him. Shaking his head, he found he was drinking his drink a bit too fast. It wouldn't have been so bad if him and Phichit had not done two shots before leaving their flat.

"Hello pussycat," he heard in his ear. Yuri knew this voice. It was the voice that mocked him year after year. Whistled at him when he took his jacket off, made eyes at him on every banquet. Jean-fucking-Jacques Leroy .

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yuri asked, not even turning around.

"Meeting someone," JJ said.

Yuri snorted. "I meant here. Why aren't you in Canada?"

JJ was still too close. Yuri could feel the heat coming from his body as JJ moved from behind him to beside him. He couldn't look at him though. He knew JJ was good looking, he also knew he had been drinking and was on the rebound.

"Katsuki has my choreography ready," JJ said.

Yuri choked on his drink. "What?"

JJ laughed. "So I guess the golden couple didn't tell you, huh?"

Yuri turned so he was facing JJ and glared at him. "Obviously." Had he been so wrapped up in his own pity party he somehow missed the fact that Yuuri was doing choreography for JJ?

"Yeah, Yuuri is doing my free skate this year. So I am in town for a couple weeks," JJ said with a shrug.

"And just why the fuck are you here?"

"Like I said… meeting someone."

"You do know what kind of club this is, right?" Yuri asked.

JJ gave that terrible fucking smirk he always did as he slowly looked Yuri and down. Yuri felt too exposed to be looked at that way.

"Oh I know pussycat," JJ said, changing his smirk to his toothy grin. "Let me buy you a drink."

"Don't get anything cheap."

"So what are you doing here?" JJ asked as he waved the bartender and motioned for two drinks.

"Meeting someone," Yuri mumbled.

"But what about-"

Yuri cut JJ off with a glare.

"Oh fuck, that is right," JJ said.

Yuri felt foolish. Of all the people he could have run into it, it had to be JJ. The asshole who should be on the other side of the planet from him- not standing so close their hips brushed together at the slightest movement.

"So who are you meeting?" JJ asked when the drinks showed up.

Yuri shrugged. "Phichit set it up."

"What do you mean… set it up?" JJ asked. Something in his tone had changed. The laughter had left and his voice seem to drop deeper than it usually was.

"Yeah, asshole took my phone and went on Grindr."

Yuri watched as JJ knocked back his rum and coke all too fast, the motioned for another. Yuri watched as the color drained from JJ's face at that moment.

Wait?

Could it be?

Did Phichit set him up with JJ?

"Give me your phone!" Yuri demanded.

JJ did not move.

"For fuck sake!" Yuri yelled and grabbed it from JJ's back pocket. He couldn't find any Grindr app on the main screen, but who really kept them there anyway? Clicking on a folder, he found more apps hidden. Scrolling a bit more, there was the app.

"I swear to God, Leroy… if you are my fucking date… I am ripping your balls off!" Yuri growled as he opened the app.

Sure enough, there it was.

JJ was his fucking date.

"That is it. I'm getting a new roommate and exterminating those rodents!" Yuri growled and motioned for a drink.

"So none of those messages were you replying to me?" JJ asked as quiet as he could over the insanely loud music.

"It was hamster boy!" Yuri yelled.

"You said you liked my body."

"Well next time don't cover your ugly tattoos!" Yuri hissed out.

Sure, there was a picture of a guy, his head cropped out, holding his shirt up, abs that were so clearly defined on a strong lean body- a dark trail of hair that peeked into his boxers, only making Yuri wish there were more pictures. Yuri had told Phichit that was what he was looking for. Had he known it was JJ… well… he isn't sure now.

"So what do we do now?" JJ asked.

Yuri shook his head. "I knew it was too soon for this. I'm getting a car and going home." Knocking back his drink, he threw money on the bar and went to leave. He wouldn't even bother telling Phichit. Let his ass worry where he was. Served him right.

Yuri's mind was fuzzy. He had drank too much too fast. He did not care how tight his clothes were as he stumbled through the club, trying to walk and order a car at the same time. Tripping over something (probably his own feet), he was about to fall forward when arms wrapped around him, keeping him from falling.

"Careful pussycat," that deep voice whispered in his ear.

Yuri was all to aware that JJ's hands were on his exposed stomach- so large and warm against his skin. His arms had him tightly so Yuri could straighten up without falling over. He was not sure if it was the terrible music, the alcohol or JJ's arms around him, but Yuri felt a tingle flow through his body. Pushing JJ's arm off of him, Yuri jumped back, almost falling again.

"Yuri-chan!" JJ yelled and grabbed his arm, steadying him again.

He hated to admit it, but he liked how JJ held onto him. JJ wasn't smiling though, his face was serious.

"Let me walk you outside," JJ said, wrapping his arm around Yuri's waist. Yuri was all too conscious of the way JJ's fingers dug into his hip as they walked out.

The air was still warm outside as JJ propped Yuri against the brick wall. Squinting, Yuri tried to figure out how the hell to work his phone. After a moment, he had it set and just continued to lean against the building.

"You can go back in," Yuri said, pocketing his phone.

"Nah, that club was too loud."

"Well don't stay on my behalf," Yuri said, leaning his head back against the brick, staring up at the night sky. It was overcast and the lights from the city didn't give him much to look at. Anything not to look at JJ.

A warm hand back on his skin, Yuri saw JJ was right there again. Why was it every time JJ put his hands on him, he could feel his heart race? It had to of been the alcohol. There was no other explanation to it.

"Why is it so bad… it was me?" JJ asked.

"Because it is you!" Yuri spit out- wishing JJ would take his hand off his waist. He felt himself squirmed as JJ's fingers moved softly over his skin.

"Oh c'mon pussycat. Do you really mean that?" JJ said, leaning in closer, putting one hand on the wall next to Yuri's head, making him feel trapped, the fingers on his skin moving- so warm, so inviting.

It was hard not to look into his blue eyes, especially after a few drinks, and not like the view in front of him- even it was JJ. Fucking JJ . The man that never actually called him by his name, always some ridiculous nickname, or an obnoxious whistle. This was the man who had taken gold from him so many times, who pushed him hard in his routines. It was Jean-fucking-Jacques Leroy .

"My car will be here any minute," Yuri whispered, afraid he tried to speak up his voice would crack.

"You know, it doesn't need to mean anything," JJ said, leaning in closer. Their breath mingled as JJ was just touch away from him. He could feel his body tingle again, something inside his gut was doing somersaults and he had no way to stop it. "I am sure you gave Phichit the OK to message me, and it is not like I am always here…"

"So what are you saying?" Yuri asked.

For once JJ didn't say anything. For a man who never shut up, Yuri was surprised. JJ's lips pressed thin as he looked down on Yuri. Why was he staring at JJ's mouth? Why does he have to be so damn tall? Yuri was use to Otabek, who was now shorter than him- but having someone that Yuri literally had to look up too- it was a nice change. He was still looking at JJ's mouth, blaming the alcohol he had consumed.

The distance between them closed, JJ brushed his lips over Yuri's. He hated how he chased JJ's mouth when he pulled away. He hated how his body started to vibrate when JJ's lips touched his. He hated he liked it.

Turning his head, Yuri could not look at JJ, but he could feel the heat coming off of him. Why was he breathing so hard?

A honk from a car, indicated his ride was here. Moving his hands so he could push at JJ's chest, he walked towards the car. A grab at his wrist had Yuri spinning around, back into JJ's arm.

"Would it really be so bad if it was me?" JJ asked again, tucking his hair behind his ear.

Yuri hated it was JJ. Why out of everyone on this planet was it JJ? Sighing deeply, Yuri shook his head.

"I guess I could do worse," Yuri mumbled and gestured to the car.

Yuri had no idea JJ could smile wider than he usually did, but he just showed he could. He had to shake his head as he settled in next to JJ- he also couldn't help but notice how long JJ's legs were as they sat in the backseat, taking note of the arm around his shoulder.

The ride was quiet. Music played softly on the radio, but all Yuri could think about was what the fuck he was doing. He had gone to meet some nobody for a quick fuck, and ended up with JJ.

It was either the worst fucking coincidence of his life, or fate playing a cruel game on him.

What was the etiquette code from bringing home someone who should only be one stand? He had never done this shit before. It had always been Otabek. Dating and random hookups were not something Yuri had the time to do. Now he was faced with his own doom of being single- and he had no idea what the hell to do.

"Nice place you got here," JJ said as he kicked his shoes off at the door.

Yuri flipped the light on- at least they had picked up the flat. Usually between him and Phichit, they had half their wardrobes from one end of the flat to the other. By some saving grace, one of Phichit's rodents had gotten lose that morning, and putting their clothes away seemed to be the best way to find him... before Potya did.

An angry meow and Yuri took note at how JJ walked over to Poyta, held his hand out, allowed him to sniff, then he was petting the cat.

JJ was petting his fucking cat. Traitorous little shit.

It was hard not to stand there and watch what was happening. JJ leaned down and picked Poyta up, petting him and whispering to him. Moving to the kitchen, Yuri grabbed water bottle for them both and went back out where JJ was still cuddling his cat.

"I've only seen pictures of this guy on your Instagram," JJ said, setting Poyta back down and grabbing a water bottle.

Shifting on his feet, that awkward feeling washing over him, Yuri had no clue how to proceed with all of this. Do they fuck now? Do they make out? What is the standard protocol for this? Could he really do this?

A hand under his chin, lifting his gaze up, Yuri saw that JJ was right there again. How did he manage to always get so damn close without him realizing it?

"I've wanted this for as long as I can remember," JJ said before leaning down kissing him.

It was no brush of their lips this time. JJ pressed his mouth firmly to Yuri's, dropping his water bottle and wrapping his arms around him. Yuri felt fire in his body where JJ's body touched his. It was dizzying. The more JJ kissed him, the more his head spun. Dropping his own water bottle, he used his hands on JJ's chest to brace himself.

It was as if JJ was sucking the air out of his lungs. Gasping as he pulled back, Yuri's eyes were wide as they stared at JJ. This was not the man he hated with every fiber of his being, this was not the man who stole gold from him time and time again- no, this was a different man. It had to be. There is no way he would be standing in his living room and kissing Jean-fucking-Jacques Leroy.

Even while JJ took Yuri's hand, and led him out the living room, he realized JJ did not know which room was him.

"End of the hall," Yuri whispered.

It was just a nod of recognition that JJ gave him. Yuri didn't even think when he hung the scarf from his doorknob (his indicator to Phichit- do not disturb).

JJ was kissing him again. The door had barely been shut. Yuri's hands clutched at JJ's shirt, JJ's arms strongly around him, holding him steady.

There was a different type of intensity to JJ's kiss. He was not used to this. Where he was use to a possession, consuming kiss- this was all passion. JJ poured himself into Yuri through their kiss. He could feel his body reacting, warming up- a spark had be struck.

He always expected JJ to be controlling, rough, loud, obnoxious as fuck in bed. This was not the case. He gently pulled Yuri to the bed. Even as JJ sat on the edge of it, he pulled Yuri to him, wrapping his arms around his body, kissing his exposed stomach then resting his face on the warm skin.

Yuri never did one night stands- this was not at all how they were suppose to go.. or were they?